Shall we know each other there?

WHEN we hear the music ringing In the bright celestial dome, When sweet angel voices, singing, Gladly bid us welcome home To the land of ancient story, Where the spirit knows no care, In that land of light and glory, Shall we know each other there?

When the holy angels meet us, As we go to join their band, Shall we know the friends that greet us In the glorious spirit land ? Shall we see the same eyes shining On us as in days of yore? Shall we feel their dear arms twining Fondly round us as before?

Yes, my earth-worn soul rejoices, And my weary heart grows light, For the thrilling angel voices, And the angel faces bright, That shall welcome us in heaven, Are the loved of long ago; And to them 'tis kindly given, Thus their mortal friends to know.

Oh, ye weary, sad, and toss'd ones, Droop not, faint not by the way; Ye shall join the lov'd and just ones In the land of perfect day. Harp-strings, touch'd by angel fingers, Murmured, in my raptur'd ear,— Evermore their sweet song lingers.— We shall know each other there.